Time.

I really find time a valuable thing and a thing to be appreciated and honored

Seconds flicker by, morphing quickly into minutes that crawl by into hours that seep into days and eventually I'm drowning in months and engulfed in years. I'm inhaling insults and locking them away in a tight little box, clutching compliments as if they were a floatation device, my last chance to save myself, to stop time and slow it down. My last chance to enjoy this moment that we call life, this brief gift often taken for granted. I'm staring at this wise master, so fond of mockery tick tock tick tock tick tock tick It's skin cracking and peeling, it's hands shaking with old age and weak with arthritis. tick tock tick tock tick tock tick Still, it looks me in the eye, never pausing to rest, never dying in spirit or in heart. Still, it's voice rings louder TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK Demanding to be heard, finding its way into my head and hammering my heart with it's sharp consistent ticks and ever present tocks. Seconds flicker by, morphing into minutes that crawl by into hours that seep into days and eventually, I've drowned in months and been engulfed in my ears. But still, my master ticks on tick tock tick tock tick tock tick as stubborn as ever, refusing to rest. tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tick tock tick tock tick tock tick

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